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Kinktober 3 - Knife Play (Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Minor Smut Warning

(Possible proof reading errors)

Length: Drabble

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“What do we have sneaking around my palace?” comes that silky voice as the dagger is pressed to your throat. “This isn’t a place for dainty little girls.”

“Your palace is it?” you challenge.

“My palace,” he says into your ear. “Now, what are you doing?”

“None of your business.”

“I’m a Prince of Asgard. Everything is my business,” Loki’s voice becomes more acidic. “Tell me or I’ll cut your throat where you stand, even though it will be a tragic waste.”

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Kinktober 26 - Dub Con/Non Con (Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Set during the events of The Avengers (2012)

Smut warning, non con triggers. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED BY NON-CON

(Possible proof reading errors)

Length: One Shot

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You could not have felt more alone as you mingled with the high society of Berlin, hearing their gripes about industry, hearing their gossip about scandals and the silent warfare of petty bullying.

It was clear to you that you weren’t welcome, despite the name on the guest list. You were new money and if there was anything the elite hated more than a commoner, it was a commoner who’d come into a fortune.

You heard the hushed mutterings picking apart your dress, your hair, your posture and it made you feel like you were back in high school. It was a playground for all intents and purposes and people never grew out of cliques it seemed.

You were going to slink away, to show your face for only a few minutes more just to be polite before going home and catching up on some good reading time. Parties bored you anyway.

Then he came in.

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#would you look how happy loki is#just popping in to visit his ally#fun times fun times#don't mind me over here trying not to point out how loki tries not to even turn his head or move his eyes too much#just me trying not to compare Loki in this scene to Bucky when he was an asset :)

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Wrapped With Care

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Female Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: Loki likes it when you wear his clothes.

Warnings/Notes: I think this was requested from the non-sexual forms of intimacy prompt list I posted a while ago? I know that I’ve written a story with a similar concept, but with Bucky as the main character, but…I also like Loki. There’s a bit of size kink in here, and it might be kinda weird for my bigger readers (like myself) but this takes place in a universe in which you’re able to afford a decently-large apartment in New York City with at least one window-seat. It can also be a universe in which we can fit into his clothes with no problem! Just embrace the silliness and let Loki love you!

Wrapped With Care

You did it so easily, like you had no idea what it did to him. Because surely, if you knew how it made him want to scoop you into his arms, crush you against his body, lay claim to you with his mouth and hands, you wouldn’t be able to smile at him so innocently in the mornings.

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Imagine one night while you’re watching a movie in the avengers compound living room and quietly enjoying the last slice of chocolate cake you made, Loki creeps up behind you and the couch. All of the sudden you can’t move.

“LOKIIIIII!” You whine.

He laughs as he grabs the spoon from your loose, unmoving grasp and brings the cake to his mouth. He hums in approval and then decides to grab another spoonful and rub it all over your neck, cheeks, chin, and lips.

“Loki what the hell!”

He then decides to finally shut you up and devour you…entirely.

Leaving the cake utterly forgotten.

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first of all your username is A+ pls can I get a story where Tom uses the reader for sex and she lets him because she’s in love with him but after he refuses to date her seriously she ends things with him only for him to realise he’s been in love with her all along and wins her back

thank youuuu, i’m pretty proud of it!

also i loved this request so much, ahhhhhh

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It had started out with an innocent kiss when you were fourteen. Your first kiss actually, though it hadn’t been Tom’s. He still made it feel special, told you it had been special.

Now, at sixteen, that stupid kiss had evolved into this; grinding against the wall of Tom’s prefect dormitory, his tongue practically down your throat as his fingers gripped bruises into your skin for what felt like the tenth time this week.

It was exciting, you liked it but something about your rendezvous always felt...hallow. Sure, Tom was always courteous, made sure that you felt safe, taken care of. If you were in his room, he’d even let you use his shower. But you worried that there was never any emotion other than the boy’s unrelenting anger behind it.

Your entire relationship with Tom was built around sneaking around, fucking where nobody would see him with you. He never held your hand or had a proper discussion with you in front of his friends. Everytime he enticed you with the notion of a real date, it ended with you blowing him in the bathroom at the Three Broomsticks or having sex on top of the homework he’d promised to help you with.

He was using you. But you knew that. You just didn’t want to believe it. Not when every beck and call made your heart flutter so.

Tom moved from your lips to your neck, immediately going for the spot just under your ear, knowing how much you liked it. You shivered, sighing a little and when he got the reaction he wanted, he moved on. You became hyper aware of his hand moving up your body, making to feel you up. Something in your stomach suddenly felt knotted and you pushed on his chest.

“Tom, stop.” You whispered, not loud enough for him to hear at first. His hand kept trailing and you caught his wrist, “Tom, stop it.”

This time he pulled away, a look of confusion and annoyance on his face. He studied you for a split second, trying to read what was wrong.

“Are you...W-what exactly are we?”

“What are we doing?” Tom repeated, narrowing his eyes at you. He chuckled coolly, “I thought it was rather obvious?”

You shifted under his gaze, suddenly embarrassed that you had asked such a thing. No, that was just Tom trying to put that in your head. You had all the right to ask, “I was just wondering since we’ve been doing, you know, this for a while now and I-I...”

Realization hit the Slytherin, leaving a cruel smirk in it’s wake.

“Do you have feelings for me, (y/n)?”

Oh Merlin, your cheeks felt as though they were on fire and you were resisting the urge to cry. When you didn’t answer, Tom leaned down, his lips nearly touching your ear, “Love is a weakness, my silly girl. People die for love. I have no intention of dying.”

Rolling your eyes, you squirmed out of his grip, shoving him away. Grabbing your school bag and house tie off his desk, you headed for the door but now before turning on your heels to glare at him.

“Then I don’t want to be your little doll anymore, Tom. Just leave me alone.”

And with that, you left, slamming the door behind you. You strutted past two of Riddle’s goons, Avery and Lestrange, who no doubt had been trying to listen in on your make out session with Tom. Both of their mouths were open, as if they hadn’t been expecting you to leave the one and only Tom Riddle high and dry, but you simply turned your nose up at them.

You didn’t even let anyone see you cry until you were back in your own room.

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Three weeks had past since you broke things off with Tom. You were trying your best to avoid him at all costs, but that was difficult when it seemed that everyone was always pointing him out to you. Of course, for Tom, who specialized in coldness and cruelty, ignoring you had come easier than Charms class.

You just wanted some fresh air. You didn’t want to be around other people, not even your friends, lovely as they were. They kept trying to fix everything for you, handling you like you were fragile. Well, you weren’t. It was impossible to be Tom Riddle’s fuckbunny for three years and be easily breakable.

Eventually, you’d managed to find a spot to be alone. A nice patch of leaves underneath a tree that looked out across the Black Lake. It was cozy, peaceful even, albeit not the most comfortable. But it was quiet and lonely, just what you needed.

An unexpected crunching of leaves nearly made you drop the textbook you’d been pouring over. You looked over, expecting to come face to face with a curious animal but instead found Tom sitting beside you, blankly starring at the dark water of the lake. Sighing, you set your book down and leaned back against the tree, following his gaze.

After several long minutes of silence, Tom reached over and, for the first time ever, slipped his hand into your’s. You tensed as his fingers looped through your own, resting over your knuckles. Despite the shock, you didn’t feel the need to pull away but rather the urge to resist leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I didn’t realize that it’s easier to fall asleep when there’s another person next to you.”

You didn’t respond, you didn’t even look over. Tom continued in a nonchalant, monotone voice,

“You aren’t as much of a weakness as I thought you were-”

“I’m not interested in being wooed back into being your personal mattress, Riddle.”

Now you graced him with your acknowledgement, shooting him the coldest, most piercing glare you could muster. You were certain that you saw him flinch and his eyes moved from the lake to his lap.

“I’m not trying to have sex with you, (y/n), just hear me out.” He gritted, looking over to you with a pleading expression you’d never seen before, “I...I care about you in a way that I don’t really quite understand. I like being around you, I get frustrated when I can’t see you. You make me want to do better, to be better.”

Instinctively, your hand started to mirror his grasp.

“I was going to have Rosier deliver a flower to you but then Avery made some wisecrack about me going soft for you and I just...” Tom’s hold on your hand tightened and a look of anger flashed across his face, his jaw ticking, “I hate how they talk about you. How they make comments about your body and ask me if they can have a turn with you, only for them to ridicule me for letting you spend the night.”

“Oh.” Was all you could think to say, your brain frantically trying to process all the information Tom was pouring on you. He scooted closer to you, so his knee was brushing against your’s.

“They acted as though my...affection for you somehow makes me weaker, less respectable. Truthfully, (y/n), I let myself buy into it because you...you humble me, as it were.” He explained sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “But they were wrong, of course they’re wrong, they’re idiots. You’re the only person I’ve ever met that understands me, that talks to me without acting like I’m a child or like a blithering oof. You make me stronger and I don’t particularly care who knows it.”

So this was Tom Riddle for ‘I’m sorry’. You weren’t sure how to react. There was such a stark contrast between the Tom you’d last spoke to and the one that sat before you now. There was more humanity in this one, in the gentleness of his touch, the softness of his eyes and the sincerity of his words. There was still all the pride, but with none of the icy harshness.

“Tom, I care about you too. I just need to know that you can show me that you care about me beyond just sex. I don’t want to be used anymore.” You whispered firmly, turning more towards him. He nodded slowly, bringing the hand not holding your’s up to cup your cheek.

“Whatever you wish for, I’ll give you. Affirmations, time, the moon. Anything.”

“All I want is you, Tom.”

Without another word, he leaned down and kissed you with an unfamiliar tenderness. It wasn’t like the hundreds of hungry kisses you shared before, it was more like that very first kiss from when you were fourteen. Innocent and sweet, unsure but confident.

You weren’t entirely convinced that Tom wasn’t still trying to use you, but if he was putting up an act this good, you figured you might as well enjoy the show.

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Can you imagine Tom riddle being with someone that’s sweet? Idk, I get told that I’m nice but I don’t know if that goes well with his personality

sweet anon, we can all go well with tom here, no matter how nice or bonkers we are, or what our zodiac sign is or what house we’re in

that being said...

tom normally goes for the cold spirited type but he finds it easy to grow attached to someone with a softer side. you stroke his ego in the best way possible because everything that comes out of your mouth is so genuine. you’ll do things for him because giving is just in your nature, especially when it comes to him. you can be just as charming as he can. 

however, it’s also much easier to get jealous over you than it is with someone coldblooded because sometimes he wishes you would just save that sweet smile and gentle disposition for him. every time he sees you help someone else with something or apologize to them when they bumped into you, he can’t help but feel a flicker of anger because your his, not anyone else’s. but it’s also worth while when you confess that you feel most comfortable to be yourself around him or when you start telling him how much you can’t stand the person you were just assisting. 

basically, tom would still think you’re the bee’s knees <3

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Do you think Loki would get jealous if he was with someone who was naturally sweet, bubbly, and kind to everyone? Would he get possessive?

I don’t think so, actually. I mean, Loki is naturally jealous and possessive and maybe on a bad day, he would get that way, but your kindness is more so endearing to him. If someone reciprocates that to you, that’s more likely to make Loki jealous but your good heartedness would just make him soft

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how would Loki react to someone who had never been kissed before and is nervous to kiss him for the first time? do you think that loki would "teach" them or something?

Loki would certainly teach them. He’d make sure the first kiss was slow, delicate, intimate. He would instruct you on the ways to relax yourself and melt into the kiss. Of course, he’s a natural and can make your knees weak without even trying. He’s hungry for more but he holds himself back because he knows you need time. But the more Loki teaches you, the more he wants you. He can’t wait to teach you even more

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Anger Management

Summary: Loki doesn’t like you. He’s begging himself to keep it this way.

Smut, 18+. This may be expanded into a mulit chapter. Let me know what you think~

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Loki doesn’t even need to knock on your door. You open it before he raises his hand, like you had been waiting for him. That’s what Loki would have thought, if he didn’t see the annoyed look splayed across your features. 

You look small, mortal. Back on Midgard, it isn’t so obvious, but on Asgard, the contrast between you and the gods is like night and day. You’re inconsequential, with your oversize shirt that barely covers your ass, your messy hair pulled out of your face, the deep circles under your eyes. 

You look terrible. But that doesn’t make Loki leave.

He doesn’t wait for you to invite him in, he just pushes past you. Almost immediately he turns back to face you: he hated your room. As the Midgardian diplomat, you didn’t get to go home much. You solution was to bring your home to Asgard- or at least your corner of it. Your room is set up like it would be on Earth, with a desk and strewn papers. There are tokens of your childhood, stuffed animals and old diaries almost everywhere. Loki tries not to look at them. They humanize you in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to do that. 

Loki pushes you against the door you’ve barely just managed to close, his fingers gripping at your hips and teeth scraping over your neck. He growls. At least Midgard did one thing right, he thinks as he kneeds your ass. The thong you’re wearing makes it easier for him to get your cheeks to flush, your body to tremble. Less work- though with you, Loki never truly had to exert himself. 

“Loki-” he nips at your bottom lip, hoping you’ll take the hint that he doesn’t want to talk tonight. He never does, but especially not now. He kisses your jaw, smirking when it draws a gasp out of you. He lets his lips drift down the the neckline of you hoodie, which is much too high for his liking. It makes him let out a breath of annoyance. He lifts you up, and before you can even think to wrap your legs around his waist, Loki tosses you across the room and onto your bed. 

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So once Loki and his love interest start things like kissing, hand holding, a little cuddling, etc. How long does it take him to initiate sex with them? How long does it take him to want to do that with them? How would he make his move?

I think because of how passionate and how quickly Loki falls, he would want to get intimate rather quickly. He isn’t ashamed of it and he wants you so badly, but he understands if you need to wait. But for him, it’s an almost immediate desire and he would initiate it by kissing you a bit more roughly while letting his hands begin to wander. He would pick up your signals from there until he was coaxing you onto the bed and removing your clothing. To put it bluntly, Loki loves sex. He loves it even more when its with you. He’ll wait if that’s what you want, but he can’t wait to have you

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Loki’s naked body is hovering over yours as he is tying your wrists to the headboard with silk ribbons. Delightful shivers are prickling your skin as his soft lips starts kissing down your neck while whispering softly;

“Take a breath.”

A kiss on your neck. You shudder with anticipation as you inhale deeply.

“Close your eyes.“

A kiss between your shoulder blades. Closing your eyes, you exhale a trembling breath at the light, sensual touch of his soft lips.

“Feel my heat on your skin.”

You moan. Heat tingles and wetness pool between your legs.

Loki’s lips touches the low of your back before wandering up to your neck again. His hot breath strokes the shell of your ear as he murmurs:

“Trust me.“

You do. Oh my God, you do.

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So I came up with this idea at 8am this morning while I was at work.

Tagging List:@shiningloki @just-the-hiddles @myraiswack @luthien-t @limbowiccan @trippedmetaldetector @brutalbunny @bambi-butt @wolfsmom1

You were sleeping peacefully in your warm and cozy bed, rolling over and wrapping your arms around one of your pillows to cuddle with.. except it felt hard, yet still comfy to cuddle with. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around you tightly while pulling you closer to them.. wait WHAT?! Pillows don't have arms-with a loud shrieking scream, as your eyes shot open causing whoever your intruder is that's holding you releases you with a yell of his own.

"If your done, screaming your head off like a wailing banshee? Then please.. keep quiet. I'm trying to sleep here..." the strange gorgeous raven-haired man said with piercing green eyes, as you try to cover yourself up with the sheets "and quit hogging ALL the blankets." he added tiredly while tugging on them to cover up his glory nakedness and goes back to sleep.. in YOUR bed?!

'.. and quit hogging ALL of the blankets.' You mouthed back in both shock and horror, mixed with confusion "Who HELL are you?!.. and how the fuck did you get inside my home?! Better yet.. why are YOU in MY bed. And..and... naked??" you screeched out in question causing the mysterious man to groan loudly.

The gorgeous man looks at you and gives you the most sexiest.. but mischievous smirk you have ever seen, that has your pussy gushing with arousal as he spoke "Who the hell, am I? I am Loki of Asgard. And you.." he paused while pointing a long, slender finger at you "have some how managed to sneak inside the palace and ended up in.." he paused again before pointing at himself "MY royal bedchambers." You looked at the God of Mischief with wide-eyes, as he leaned in closer to you and whispered in your ear "By the way, pet.. your naked too.", "Wh-what?!" you shrieked while looking down at your birthday suit and screamed again "AAHHH!!" doubling over backwards and grabbing his sheets in an attempt to cover yourself up, falling off the bed and landing flat on your ass.

"Not exactly, how I imagined you screaming for me. Now quit messing around and come back to bed." Loki said causally, you scrambled back to your feet with the blankets wrapped around your naked form "Y/N" he called out to you.. but you didn't move, so he rose up out of bed and walks towards you. You kept stumbling backwards until your back hits the wall and he was standing in front of you his member was fully erect standing at attention, dripping with pre-cum and you can feel it poking against your abodmen that's covered with his sheets. Your mind was screaming multiple things at you, like...

'Now, put that thing back where it came from, or SO HELP ME!'

And one, is like...

"Yes! Bend me over and fuck me. Nut inside me. '

You noticed that his smirk grew even wider, as he pressed himself up against you.. making sure you could feel him "Oh, don't you worry, my dear. I WILL help you by putting that 'thing' were it belongs.." he said, as he rocked himself against you extra hard causing you to moan and buck against him. "And I WILL bend you over and fuck you so throughly hard that I'll nut inside you while you have an endless orgasm." he spoke again and this time you whimpered a moan while you desperately buck and grind against him, then he removes himself from you "But first, it's time to sleep." Loki added while getting back into bed, leaving you sexually frustrated.

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Creeping Silence (Loki/Reader Lullabies #63)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Female Reader

Category: Angst, then Fluff

Rating: PG, maybe, for injuries? Not graphic though…

Summary: Loki gets badly hurt while on a mission and you must wait for him to wake up.

Warnings/Notes: This is another little piece for my Loki’s Lullabies collection–plotless little fluff-bombs meant to (hopefully!) help you sleep, or at least feel alright.  If there’s a specific action or line of dialogue that you’d like to read, please don’t be afraid to message it to me!

Creeping Silence

You were there when they came back.

Thor’s voicemail had been cryptic, the words strung together haphazardly and falling from his mouth as though in a frenzy to escape. It had been hard to understand, but you caught enough to know he wanted you there in the hangar.

As soon as the door opened, Thor came stumbling out. It took a moment for your brain to figure out what you were looking at, and you were halfway up the steps to help him before you realized he was carrying Loki’s lifeless body. Still, you reached out to steady him even as your throat started to close up. Maybe you choked out the word “medbay”, or maybe the both of you simply moved as one, your destination a foregone conclusion.

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Accidental Revelation

A/N: Yes, hello. I’m still writing Loki bc i love me some god of mischief. Pls leave feedback!

Summary: A potion that makes you attack the person you’re in love with? Sounds like fake news. (inspired by this post)

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Swearing.

Ever since Shuri arrived at the Avengers compound claiming to have made a potion that makes you attack the person you’re in love with, everyone had been skeptical.

“Hold on, tell me again why you decided to make this?” Tony asked for the hundredth time. Obviously, he was trying to make her realize this was a stupid thing to invest in, but Shuri paid no heed.

“Because I wanted to.” Same answer.

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Imagine - Loki x Reader: Threat

The idea of how Loki might react towards someone threatening your life crossed my mind. And this is what I came up with for the moment. 

Warnings: Blood, mention of death and violence

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Imagine: 

You were ordered to stay inside with some civilians to keep them safe while Loki and the Avengers were outside fighting against some guys from another world that showed up to attack the city. The fighting went on for a few hours, until it was finally over. And there was some clear collateral damage, but most of the city and people within it were saved at least. So in a sense, the Avengers and Loki were victorious this day.

As much as you were trying to look calm for those around you. Making sure everyone was okay, and reassuring them everything would be okay. You were worried over Loki, wondering when he was going to come back. You knew he was powerful and could handle himself, but the fear of losing him never left your mind. 

It’ll be moments later when he would finally show up again, walking into the room first that you were in. Clear cuts and bruises over his body, along with knuckles so bloody, making you question if it was his blood or someone else’s. 

Before you could even get a chance to ask him if he was okay and what happened to him. He cupped your face into his hands, pressing his lips against yours to give you a deep passionate kiss. Taking your breath away from the suddenness of the kiss. While you clearly were feeling a more intense love from him towards you than usual. Until he slowly pulled back, resting his forehead against yours as you both breathed again.

“Everything is okay…” He finally said, running his hands through your hair as he kissed your forehead and pulled you in close for a hug. “No one will ever harm you, I promise you that.”

You were confused by what he was talking about, but Loki himself knew what he meant. For when he was out there fighting against his opponent. They some how knew your name, who you were, your history. Threaten to torture you and then take your life away. Which filled Loki with rage over this all as you meant everything to him now. His rage clouded his actions, he won’t deny that, for he not only defeated that person but took their life too. Though was sure to make them suffer until they took their final breath in this life.

Loki doesn’t plan to tell you this all however…For he fears you might see him differently after it. But he doesn’t regret his actions. He knew if he left that person alive, they could or would come back to come after you and hurt you. Which wasn’t a risk Loki dared to take when it came to you now.

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Disregard the Hypotheticals (Loki/Reader Lullabies #158)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Female Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: Things started off rocky, with a green sweater and a giant misunderstanding. But Loki finds it hard to regret your beginnings, since they’ve led you both here.

Warnings/Notes: Whoops, this is yet another callback of sorts, except it’s not for an earlier Lullaby. A few years ago, I wrote a smutty fic that started out with Loki misunderstanding the deeper meaning of a gorgeous green sweater that you wore, and of course things spiraled from there. You DO NOT need to read that smutty fic in order to understand this one, and, in fact, if you’re a minor, I don’t want you to read it at all. But if you’re of age and you remember the sweater story, this is meant to be the same characters. If you’re of age and you’ve got some extra time tonight and a desire to read the fic that inspired this one, it’s here: All in Green.

Disregard the Hypothetical

It started with a sweater. Cozy and over-sized, it covered a large portion of your body, shielding you from the crisp autumn air and from any hungry eyes that happened to land on you. Like his. He’d seen it for the first time at one of the movie nights in the Tower and, even when the lights were turned out, he couldn’t look away.

Because it was not just any sweater. It was green.

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